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A Fox's Descent

Epilogue

For Harute11

By Draconicon

Aspen didn't know the fine details of what had happened to Drone after the full conditioning was finished, but the tests had confirmed that the rubber fox had been completely trained to be loyal and of service to the casino and its customers. The managers, too, thankfully, otherwise he wouldn't be getting the bonuses that he deserved for all the hard work that he'd put in to breaking the fox down.

Fox? Foxes?

The wolfdog shrugged. It didn't really matter in the grand scheme of things. What had been 'Blake' was now 'Drone', and if there were still others inside of the rubber fox, then it would be dealt with if it became a problem. Other than that, he was fine to let them simmer away under the full control that the new over-personality had over them.

"So, you enjoying yourself down there, Drone?" he asked, looking under the bar.

The rubber fox didn't answer. Then again, there had been very little speaking since the conversion. It was more akin to being company, being of service, rather than being someone that walked, talked, and acted like a real person.

He chuckled, looking away from the black-coated vulpine and back at one of the other rubber servers that had come back with an empty tray. The wolfdog got back to loading it with glasses, prepped from the orders sent to him by the different tables. The server was blank-faced, completely empty of emotion, just as a good drone should be.

"Make sure to wiggle that ass of yours back to table five," Aspen said. "That elephant's looking for company tonight, and if it's not you, then it's someone else like you."

"Yes, sir," the rubber rat said.

"Ain't gonna fit one of the normals, so make sure that he gets interested in you. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

The robotic answers were always his preference. The fact that some of the drones started acting more like people over time was always annoying, and he regularly petitioned Decro to get them sent back to the control labs for better training. However, the other canine seemed to prefer a mix of 'normal' and robotic drones, so not all of them were sent back.

He, on the other hand, preferred them like Drone had become. Quiet, obedient, eager to please whenever they were ordered to and out of the way when they needed to be: that was what a drone was supposed to be, not some sassy employee.

That was the other reason that he had been a bit pushier with the fox under the table while he was doing all that training. He wanted to make sure that the sassy, flirty one wasn't what he was going to get stuck with as the over-personality. He liked the first one - shy, a little bit out of it, but not a bad little slut - but the sassy one would have driven him crazy. Completely fucking crazy, as a matter of fact.

Then, he'd found that one that they called Toy, and...well, after that, it was all but a match made in heaven.

The rubber fox hadn't moved since the last time that he'd addressed him. That was because Drone had taken most of his new characteristics from that Toy persona, or...whatever the hell it was. Aspen wasn't always clear on the details when it came to the atypicals. What he did know, however, was that the old fox had been about 22% of each of the other four personalities, and about 12% of Toy. Now that they'd changed, it was more like there was 90% Toy, and 2.5% of the others. It was a massive shift, allowing for the sort of drone that Aspen preferred, and it meant that the rubber fox was better suited for staying at the bar than wandering around the casino.

He shifted his position, his hand going to the zipper of his pants. The minute that he started pulling it down, the fox's eyes lit up, almost glowing under the bar as they fixed on the moving zipper.

"Eager for your meal, huh?" Aspen asked, chuckling to himself. "Hang on a second."

A simulated whir, whir sound came from beneath, almost like the mechanical sounds of a head nodding. It was just one more way that Drone had become something more mechanized, something imitating life rather than being alive.

He loved it.

As he undid the zipper, letting his dick out below the bar, he felt latex lips slowly rolling over his cock. The ring gag that had been installed in the fox's muzzle was almost like a fleshlight, guiding his cock over the fox's tongue and giving him exactly what he needed. He growled under his breath, savoring the feeling of that licking, lapping, rubbing sensation that followed, and he closed his eyes as he pushed in that bit deeper.

Soon, his cock was hilted with that mouth, that rubber muzzle holding him deep. The fox didn't complain, didn't gag, just held his cock where it needed to be.

"Good Drone."

He patted the slut under the bar, keeping his eyes on the other waiters and servers. They were moving quickly, the living ones doing quick darts from place to place, but they were occasionally slipping up and correcting things. The rubber ones, dronified or still in the process of being conditioned, were much more effective, even fi they were occasionally too precise for the liking of some of the customers.

The sucking continued, soft tonguing and quick swallowing teasing his shaft and keeping it hard. He couldn't thrust forward without giving away what he was doing - and despite everything, the casino floor did have some rules against public indecency - but he did lean a little further forward, feeling those rubber lips pressing all the harder against his crotch. Nostrils flared, sucking softly, and he knew that there was some pheromone conditioning at work.

His position at the casino wasn't so high that he could get away with everything, but being in tight with Decro meant that he could do what he liked, more or less. As long as he didn't step on the toes of some of the other restaurant managers in the building, as long as he didn't interfere with the other departments, he could do what he liked. And in this case, what he liked doing was making sure that his employees were devoted as could be to him.

"Yeah, suck that in...get used to it..."

As the wolfdog grunted under his breath, huffing to himself as he held his cock as deep as it would go, he saw one of the more living employees coming up. Shaking himself free of the lust that was burning through the back of his brain, Aspen turned his attention to the approaching beagle.

"What's the order?" the beagle asked.

"You're supposed to have some idea," Aspen said. "You weren't paying attention?"

"It comes to you first, anyway."

"..."

"What?"

"You think that it's just going to be covered every time?"

"Come on, I'm busy."

"And you're going to be busier."

"What do you mean?"

The wolfdog gestured at the three different drink orders that he'd prepped for taking back to different tables. The beagle looked at the three collections, hesitated, then looked back.

"Which one is mine?"

"You better remember quick."

"Come on, this isn't fair! You're already making us -"

"You need a reminder how much you're getting paid, bitch?"

Aspen intentionally cut the beagle off quickly and quietly, not wanting anything to spread too far among the customers. Despite the catsuit being rather...revealing, most of the customers didn't know the other things that most of the employees wore under it. In the case of the full-males like the beagle, that meant a ring around the dick and a plug up the ass. All part of getting them from table to table without having to think about it.

Of course, there were the bitches like this one that started complaining, thinking that they were above all that. Aspen didn't really like that sort of attitude, and he leaned forward, both to look the smaller dog right in the eye and to grind his Drone into the back of the underside of the bar.

"You want to keep complaining, hmm?"

"...I...I just..."

"You know what happens to the people that complain."

"They..."

"Yes." He nodded at the rubber servers. "There's always room for one more. You want to push it, or do you want to try and remember what the order was, bitch?"

"I-I'll try and...figure it out..."

The beagle nodded, quickly hustling to the far side of the bar, staring at the drinks and obviously wracking his mind. Aspen chuckled to himself, shaking his head. Domestic species were so amusing, thinking that they could stand up to the big dogs.

Never could, of course. Still, was pretty funny to see them try.

He crossed his arms, keeping the pleasure that he was getting from the slow, sustained blowjob below the counter from showing on his face. The last thing that he needed was any kind of reprimand for inappropriate use of his employees. He was pretty sure that he could justify that Drone was being used precisely as that type of employee should be, but then again, it was entirely possible that one of the other managers could use this to start knocking his approval ratings down. Best not to risk it.

The beagle finally picked one of the orders, and wonder of wonders, he picked correctly. Aspen sent him running with a click of his teeth, and he shook his head as he leaned his hands against the bar again.

Drone was still sucking away. A more 'living' sub would have been pushing him, teasing him with different licks and sucks to try and trip him up. This one was different, better behaved, happier to be used than to tease and push his limits. No, push its limits, he realized. Drone had left behind the people pronouns and had preferred the other ones. Something limited, something less, something that marked it as nothing but an object.

He was happy to use those. It was all the more enjoyable for him.

As he edged himself back and forth, taking his time to really dig into that throat, he heard something else. A soft buzzing this time, something that was coming from under the bar. Not from Drone, but from one of the drawers. He blinked, slowly pulling back, his cock pulling back all the way to the tip as he started rooting through the different drawers.

Eventually, he found the source of the sound. A cell phone. Blake's cell phone, as a matter of fact. He cocked his head to the side at the name displayed on the screen - Kuva - and then turned the screen to face Drone.

"Who?" he asked.

"Associate from prior job," Drone responded without pulling Aspen's cock free. "Another rubber fox."

"Really? There was more than one?"

"Double-shifts. Good job. Good deal."

"Not as good as this one."

"No, Owner."

"Answer. Speak as Blake, but convince him to come here."

He passed the phone down, admiring some of the work that had been done to allow Drone to multitask like this. A few rubber attachments to the throat had allowed for speaking while also sucking, and it meant that Drone could do something like this. He chuckled, shaking his head as he leaned against the bar.

An order came down the pipeline, and he started mixing together a couple of different cocktails. Other orders were picked up and taken away, and out of the corner of his eye, he could just make out the rat being taken off by the elephant from one of the distant tables. That had ended up working out just fine.

Hospitality department was going to be annoyed that he was poaching on their territory again, but really, who fucking cared? They were his people, and he could do what he liked with them, provided the customers didn't complain.

The chatter down below continued for a few more minutes, then the phone was passed up. He tossed it back in the drawer and shut it.

"So, what's going on, Drone?" he muttered.

"Worried contact. Wanted to see if I was okay."

"Does he know about all of you?"

"They."

"Huh?"

"Goes by they. Not he."

"Fine. Do 'they' know about all you?"

"Unknown. But good friend."

"And?"

"Coming here tomorrow."

That was what he wanted to hear. Someone else that might be convinced to be part of the casino, someone else that might make a good employee under him. Another Drone, more than likely, but hey, he would enjoy that. Having two of them would make his shifts go by far, far faster, particularly if the other one had a bit more to them than just rubber.

Kuva, huh? Well, this is gonna be fun.

Course, he'd need some specialized equipment for this one, but he knew that the boss would sign off on that. He always did.

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He groaned as he got out of bed the next morning, Drone sitting upright and waiting at the foot of the bed. The rubber fox was coated in the results of their last bit of fun, both on the face and further down. The double-holed slut was definitely useful when it came to getting off, and he was generally good with enjoying all the holes that he could. There was something about using Drone that was better than using the other sluts that he had at his command. Maybe it was just the more robotic-style behavior, or maybe it was the fact that Drone did what it was told and no more. Either way, it turned him on, and that was good enough for him.

"Did Decro have the thing sent up earlier?" he asked, grunting as he got to his feet.

"Yes, Owner."

"And where is it?"

"Just inside the door, Owner."

"Get it."

The rubber fox did as it was told, getting up and heading to the door. It was quick to return, too, holding a thick briefcase in its hands and offering it to the wolfdog. Aspen chuckled, shaking his head as he cracked his neck from side to side.

"You're definitely a treasure, Drone."

"I do everything I can, Owner."

"You do everything that you're told."

"Which is all I can, Owner."

"Good answer."

He clicked the locks on the side of the briefcase, flicking it open and looking inside. The usual black, rolling substance that he had ordered was already primed and ready, he could tell. It had a good dose of whatever activating agent that the labs used to alter the latex running through it, which meant that it should function for a good couple of days if he really needed it to.

That wasn't going to be necessary, but it was good to have a back-up. The last time that he used this thing, it ran out just before he was done. Better to have a buffer to what you thought you needed.

He stood up, stripping out of his boxers and tossing them off to the side. As soon as they were out of the way, Drone's eyes dropped again, and he chuckled.

"Not now, slut."

"Yes, Owner."

"Later."

"Yes, Owner."

As he ran his hands through the latex in the suitcase, pulling the slight, oozing liquid thing, he wondered if Drone had any idea of what this was. It was something that the lab had put together exclusively for the work of their cover-agents, something to ensure that the activities of the casino didn't get reported on. Any loose ends could be covered with ease, with this.

Well, might as well get to it...

Shoving his arms up to the elbows into the half-slime, half-solid latex, he dragged it up and over him. It ran down his arms like it was some sort of shower, draining black over his head, back, and front. His chest and shoulders were soon covered in it, and he groaned as he felt the usual compression that followed when he was getting into this. He was a big enough guy that anytime that he ended up imitating someone smaller, it always felt like he was getting pushed through a compression machine.

"Mmmph...nnngh..."

"Owner?"

"It's fine."

His face disappeared, and he felt the pressure on either side of his muzzle. It didn't compress him, precisely. That wasn't how this worked. It just felt like it did as it took on different shapes on the outside. He looked at his arms as the eyes formed, then at his muzzle as it started pulling in. The wider wolfdog muzzle was soon narrowed down, shaped into something more delicate, more vulpine.

The same thing happened all across his body. His thicker frame, bulky with muscle, started to lose the raw heft and size that he had built up over the years, replacing it with muscle that was slender and lithe instead. He didn't lose any of the raw power that he had, but anyone looking at him wouldn't assume that he could have decked them with a punch.

The latex kept running down his back, solidifying in Blake's old colors. As a matter of fact, he was soon an exact copy of what the rubber fox had been before it had become Drone. He groaned as it spread down to his feet, collecting around his toes and crunching his paws into something smaller, something more light and easy to walk on for this limber frame, but it was painless. Just...weird.

As he was completely covered, completely disguised, he turned around on the spot. Information was pouring into his ears via the neural connection that the suit had, feeding him everything that he needed to know about both Blake and Kuva, everything that had been drained during Blake's conditioning session. He knew what they had been to each other - friends, occasionally with benefits - and he knew that they had been rather close for most of their time at the other job.

He also knew that Kuva was easy. Easy, slutty, horny, and always looking for something new, or someone new, to enjoy.

As he'd half-expected, there was little to no reaction from Drone. Drone didn't really feel things the way that others did, and he was fairly sure that whatever emotions still echoed through the rubber fox were buried about as deep as the other personalities that he had come to know, and the one that he hadn't had the chance to meet. Not that he imagined that one would have been any better suited for the job than Toy, but, well, circumstances had dictated moving faster than normal.

Shaking his head, he turned in place. He didn't quite lift his tail - after all, one did not offer something that one did not intend to follow through on - but he did swing himself around a bit, showing off what Blake had to offer in the front, and showing off his ass as something worthy of tongue-worship. Eventually, he faced the fox again.

"What do you think?"

"It looks as I used to, Owner."

"A good imitation?"

"Perfect."

"Anything you didn't tell the machines?"

"Nothing that I can think of, Owner."

"Good, good."

"Kuva will be here at noon, Owner."

"Then that gives you three hours to get to work on me." He paused. "After I shower, and you do the same."

After all, one shouldn't go into something like this utterly reeking, and at the moment, the two of them were both fragrant.

After they'd showed and after he'd gotten himself sucked off by the fox, he went down to the main floor. Decro and the other managers, as well as the CSM, had all been informed of his new body for the day, so there was no worry about being mistaken as a worker by them - accidentally or, well, 'accidentally' - and given a different task. He had put on a modified version of the work outfit, something that showed off his legs and body, but not quite the same submissive catsuit and tuxedo as the others. His cupped his package more, showing it off, thrusting it forward, and he had to admit that the suit's way of making him hard almost permanently was something that he'd missed. It made him feel...virile. More powerful than usual, too.

He wandered among the slot machines for a time until noon rolled around, then made his way to the front of the casino. Just like clockwork, the other rubber fox showed up, and he was definitely...interesting.

Aspen had gotten a visual through the neural link with the suit, but this was the first time that he had seen it for real. Kuva was apparently a rubber fox that was even more obvious than Blake was, someone that had been coated or born with it much earlier on. His yellow-orange fur was flat, completely compressed down as rubber, and his body had a shine to it that was obvious even with the more normal clothing that he wore. He might have been imagining it, but Aspen was half-convinced that the fox was squeaking as he walked, too, almost like his body had to rub against itself from time to time and the sound just couldn't be hidden.

A slow smile grew across his face as he imagined this one as a drone on his floor, as well. Another potential employee, this one that might just stick with him. After all, Decro hadn't completely dismissed the idea of taking Drone for himself at some point, and he didn't want to be short an employee if that happened.

Time to put this show on the road.

Putting on a bigger smile, 'Blake' stepped forward, waving as the neutral interface told him what he needed to know. How to act, how to impersonate the other rubber fox -

"BLAKE!"

But not to expect the hug and pounce that came so fast. He was almost knocked right off his feet, and he barely got the message to hug the other fox back in time. He groaned, and if he had needed air, he would have been in trouble.

As Kuva squeezed, squeezed, and squeezed some more, almost like some hyperactive child, he shook his head. This was going to require a lot of conditioning to make it worth it, but as he looked down Kuva's back at that ass, he supposed that it might be worth it in the end. That rubber rump could probably take dick like nobody's business, and from what he was feeling in the front, Kuva was better endowed than Blake had been, which meant that he would be able to service more customers. Definitely something worth remembering.

"I missed you so much!" Kuva said, nuzzling in. "And worried, too. Why didn't you call me after you got here?"

"Oh, you know how it goes. Getting busy, wanting to be professional."

"Yeah, but you know me. I'm not professional."

"You also don't have a job anymore."

"Yeah, well, details."

"You were fired for sleeping with a customer, remember?"

That was something that had only just popped into his head, and it only reinforced Aspen's decision to get this fox under his thumb. If this guy was already willing to sleep with people that much, and if he was more childish like this rather than sassy like that Aries had been, that meant that he would be easier to train into a good substitute Drone. Definitely worthwhile for his business.

The other fox blushed, rubbing his cheek. He looked down and away.

"He was cute. Could you blame me?"

"I didn't, but the boss did."

"Yeah...how did you never get caught?"

"I didn't sleep with anyone on the job."

"You did, though."

"No, I didn't. I did it off the clock."

"Ooooooooh. Yeah, that would have been smarter."

A bit of a ditz, too, but not too bad. He nodded to himself. Yes, it was decided, this fox was becoming part of the business whether he wanted to or not. 'Blake' smiled as he offered his hand.

"Care to get a tour?"

"Oh, hell yes."

"Alright, follow me."

"How'd you get this job, anyway?"

"Oh, well, you see, funny story..."

The tour was a simple thing, just something around the main gambling floor. All things considered, he could have taken Kuva all over the place, but there was little point in that if they were going to hire him. When Blake's friend was particularly enamored of this attraction or that shiny thing, however, Aspen was sending all kinds of texts throughout the different hiring departments of the casino, asking everything that he needed to know for hiring someone new. Did they have the budget for another drone? Did he have permission to expand his restaurant a bit? Did he have authorization to bring them in without the standard paperwork?

The answer to all of the questions was yes. It would be the last one that upper management would allow at this point in time, and he would need to wait a quarter before bringing anyone else on, but he was allowed to bring this one in.

Pocketing his phone after showing Kuva the bar that 'he' worked at, he dragged the rubber fox over to a free table. He sat down, and Kuva did the same, getting comfortable with a squirm and a squeak.

"So, I had a thought."

"I bet it's a good one. But, uh, mind if I ask a quick question?"

"Sure."

"Are you happy here?"

"Of course. Why would you ask?"

"I dunno. It just...I always knew you were shy, and this is a big, huge place, and...well..." Kuva gestured at the employee outfit. "It's not like it's your usual style. You didn't used to show off that much."

"I mean...yeah, but that's different here."

"How?"

"I don't know. Just kinda is."

It was hard to keep speaking like Blake. Partially out of a dignity thing - he hated talking like someone that wasn't the top dog - but also just because the neural connection didn't have that much to base it off of. Drone had kind of overridden the base fox, leaving him little to work with. If he was going to do this before the gig was up, then he needed to hurry this up and get this deal sealed.

"You sure you're happy?" Kuva asked.

"Yes, yes, I'm happy."

"Good."

"Now -"

"Because if you're happy here, that means I'd be happy here."

Aspen was thrown for just enough of a loop that he didn't quite manage to continue speaking. The rubber fox took that as permission to keep going.

"Hey, you got in because of someone cute, right? Maybe you can, you know, pull some strings and get me hired, too."

"You...want to work here?"

"Well, you said it. I don't have a job anymore."

"Oh, right."

"And you gotta admit, there's a lot of cute guys here."

"..."

"Come on. You know I'll work hard, long as I get what I want, too. And I know to keep it off-shift, now."

"Actually -"

"Come on, please?" Kuva smiled, putting on the most utterly silly begging face that Aspen had seen on someone in years. "Pretty please?"

...Wow.

It didn't even need him to ask. He could just offer the job, and Kuva would probably take it without even looking at the contract at this point. Rubber people had to work hard to get jobs in this day and age, and he knew for a fact that most of them would take anything that was offered to them. If Kuva wanted a job, then he was going to get one. Aspen smiled, and the Blake-suit did the same.

"Coincidentally, there is a job open as a server."

"Is that what you are?"

"Yep."

"Then get me it? Come on, please?"

"I can do that. For now, though, let's get you checked in, huh? My boss can give you an interview tomorrow."

"Oh ho, he can, huh? You sleeping with him?"

"...Maybe."

Knowing that this was going to get out of hand for the floor, he gently nudged the rubber fox along. They didn't need to talk more, but he did need to get Kuva off the floor before someone else spotted him and snatched him up. He'd need to comp a room for the visitor for a night, but considering his paycheck, he could afford it easily. All he needed to do was make sure that the fox paid off as an employee.

That would be easy enough. This slut was bubbly enough that anyone gay would prefer him to a bimbo, and anyone not...well, that dick was big enough to get the ladies' attention, at the very least.

Drone hummed softly to itself, waiting in inactive mode. It was content with its lot in life, despite knowing what was happening to Kuva. Perhaps there would have been guilt another time, but today, Drone felt content. Another fox had found its place. All foxes, all Toys, deserved Droning. This was their place. This was what they were made to be.

It lowered its head and waited, knowing its Owner would return soon. It would be ready for more tasks.

The End

Summary: Blake is more or less gone, and Toy has taken his place as Drone. Aspen enjoys his new employee, and eyes expanding his horizons.

Tags: H/M, M/solo, Blowjob, Fox, Rubber Fox, Wolfdog, Various Species, Casino, Series, Rubber, Latex, Transformation, Disguise, Anal, Orgasm, Cum, Facial, Hidden Blowjob,